a woman, her daughter, and a great wide world

poke, poke, cream cheese?

this evening, i watched A__ delicately poke her toasted bread. she is a frequent delicate poker. unlike most toddlers, she rarely does one of those full-fisted grabs. she prefers to pinch with two tiny fingers, or in this case poke with one tiny pointer.

i watched her poke, then add a few tiny pieces of shredded cheese to the top, then poke it some more, and then decide it wasn’t worth eating.

and then i figured it out, she was checking for cream cheese. there wasn’t any.

so, i added cream cheese to the offending cheese-less toast.

poke. poke. hmmmm. tiny lick. cream cheese!

dinner is, after all, the savory treat she was hoping for.

as for myself, i’m stuffed full of eggplant. who knew eggplant was so filling?